[Mos Def]Be like yo, let me ask you somethingI want to know, I want to know who you are

[Mos] Brown skin lady, hey hey

[Talib] Yes

[Mos] Where you goin

[Talib] This goes to the brown skin ladies

[Mos] Brown skin lady

[Talib] Yo, indigenous women of the planet Earth

[Mos] What you doin?

[Talib] Givin birth to the brown skin ladies first

[Mos] Brown skin lady

[Talib] For what it's worth, from me to you

[Mos] How do you feel?

[Chorus: Mos (Talib)](From me to you, watching you)(I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the)(way you walk, yes, I live the way you move)I like the way you walk, when you walk on byI like the way you move, I like the WAY you move(I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the)(way you walk, please, won't you do that dance)I like the way you walk, when you walk on byI like the way you move, I like you babyAnd everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us singEverybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is

[Talib]Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivalsMy incredible women is, plentifulOver the years I met a few, none of them compare to youPreparing you to make food bearable, something terrible, let's see:You fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, huggableDoable like art, suitable to be partOf my life, Coppertone, oh you copyright infringementPay you bidness ten cents, way back in the dayIt's like I'm standing there you know appreciating God's designAnd then you showed up, it's like you read my mindDamn she's fine, I think I add the are-E, in front of thatAnd see if she D, to get, with a cat like me

[Chorus]

[Mos Def]Oh! Daring me girl, look at you!Coming on the block looking fresh and brand newOh! Head wrap cover your hairdoPretty feet peeking through open-toed shoeOh! No limit to what I would doMake love to you like long interviewWhoa! Is she for real, me like youGood look champion, win the titleTrue, many man try invite youShot down lyric each time they cyph youJewel, what man you get all insides youFeet they walk way and just that sheik postureOh! Can't be a next one like youFamous like tapes made by DJ ClueI tighten up my game as I approach youYo check her she the nectar the bee get close to

[Talib]I don't get many compliments, but I am confidentUsed to have a complex about, getting too complexYou got me, willing to try, looked me in the eyeMy head is still in the sky, since you walked on byI'm feeling high, got my imagination flickering like hot flamesIt's how it seems, you make me want to ride the Coltrane to A Love SupremeMy brown lady, creates environments, forHappy brown babies, I know it sounds crazyBut your skin's the inspiration for cocoa butterYou provoke a brother we should get to know one anotherI discover when I bring you through my people say TRUE, all I can sayIs all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you

[Talib]You know what some people put themselves throughTo look just like you?Dark stocking, high heels, lipstick, alla thatYou know what?Without makeup you're beautifulWhat ya you need to paint the next face forWe're not dealing with the European standard of beauty tonightTurn off the TV and put the magazine awayIn the mirror tell me what you seeSee the evidence of divine presenceWomen of the, Caribbean, they got the, golden sunI know women on the continent got itNigeria, and Ghana, you know they got itTanzania, Namibia and MozambiqueAnd Boths want to, to let it speakAbout Latina's, columbianas

Tallenas, of course the Brooklyn women walk that walkAnd the Bronx women walk that walkHonies from Queens walk that walk, NYC, ATL, LACincinnati, the Bay Area